Hong Kong films: Starting with Crossover and Luen Shing

Hearing that Hei Zai Rong was a little impatient, Fei Deng knew that it was time to reminisce about the past.

He paused and said, "Your and my two families were from the same clan back then.

I wonder if you are interested in doing something big and spectacular with me?"

"What's the matter?"

"Reorganize the Hezidui. Our two families will merge their characters again. This will be a tribute to the ancestors of the Hezidui!"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone.

"Brother Wei, when did you develop the bad habit of eating powder? I'm afraid you ate too much powder and came here to tease me?"

"Everything depends on human effort. I'm not making fun of you!"

"Putting everything else aside, when the two families, separated for over fifty years, merge their names, should they be called He Anle or He Liansheng?"

Fat Deng frowned and continued speaking.

"If you can handle this matter properly, I will ask you to take over the dragon head stick of Hezidui in the future!

From now on, you will be in charge of the jobs of tens of thousands of members under the Hezi group. You will be the ancestor like Hei Gu Ren!"

Fat Deng seems to be a little crazy.

On the one hand, at his age, he seems to have nothing else to think about except power.

Letting him watch helplessly as the right to speak, which he had enjoyed for decades, was gradually taken away by the younger generation was no different from killing him.

On the other hand, he really considered himself an orthodox Hongmen member and really wanted to make some achievements and add some glory to his life.

Hei Zai Rong's undisguised laughter came from the other end of the phone.

"Forget it, Uncle Deng, I am very content with my life now!

Even if you are willing to hand over the Dragon Head Stick, not to mention whether the people in your society will agree, those who have a say in Anle may not be willing to get involved with you.

If you want to have tea with me in the future, you can call me anytime. I don’t like to talk to you about such whimsical things.

That's it, if there's nothing else I'll hang up now."

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Hearing the busy tone coming from the phone, Fei Deng felt hopeless.

He dropped the phone on the bed and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ah Le, I just hope you can come to your senses. This time, it's up to you to uphold the decades-old rules of Liansheng!

Lin Huaile knew what to do without Fat Deng's innuendo.

Jordan, in a warehouse of Guanyong Department Store.

Lin Huaile sat on a cardboard box, his hands clasped together, supporting his chin, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological battle.

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The rolling door of the warehouse was lifted up, and a ray of bright light shone in, making Lin Huaile feel a little uncomfortable for a moment and squint his eyes slightly.

Looking again, I found that it was Aze who came in with Feng Yuxiu.

"Brother Le, why don't you turn on the light?"

Aze turned on the lights in the warehouse, then called Feng Yuxiu in and half-pulled down the rolling door.

Lin Huaile waved at Feng Yuxiu, indicating that he should sit on the cardboard box filled with recycled clothes opposite him.

"Feng Yuxiu, I heard that Sham Shui Po has been particularly fond of you lately. He Yaozong even asked you to start working at the Wo Tai Tea House?"

Feng Yuxiu nodded: "Yes, Mr. He asked me to be his security."

"You're wasting your talent working as a security guard."

Lin Huaile forced a smile and then changed the subject.

"I asked someone to check your background. Your hometown is Danzhao, Foshan, and your original name is Li Gensheng.

Last August, because of an argument with a neighbor, he beat someone to death, right?"

Feng Yuxiu didn't say anything, but just stared at Lin Huaile with murderous intent in his eyes.

Lin Huaile just thought that the information he had looked up was correct, and laughed again.

“Don’t worry, help me get this thing done, and I will ensure that you will be prosperous and wealthy in the future.

From now on, there will be no Li Gensheng in Hong Kong Island. You will be my Lin Huaile's right-hand man!"

"what do you want to do?"

After Feng Yuxiu responded, Lin Huaile gestured to Aze, who immediately understood, turned around, raised the rolling door, and then went out.

After Aze left, Lin Huaile took out a small bottle from his pocket.

This was what Lin Huaile had previously requested from Fang Ya'an of the Political Department. It contained a small dose of potassium cyanide.

Lin Huaile never thought that one day he would really use this thing.

"Listen, when we get back, find a chance to put this stuff in He Yaozong's tea."

"Is there poison in this? You want me to help you kill He Yaozong?"

Feng Yuxiu couldn't help but look cold and asked.

"That's right, if he doesn't die, I won't be able to be the boss.

If I can't be the boss, you're destined to be a murderer wanted by the mainland!"

"I don't need this kind of thing to kill people!"

Feng Yuxiu responded coldly to Lin Huaile, and this was what he really thought.

"If you don't use this method, you will reveal your identity!"

Lin Huai Le looked up at Feng Yu Xiu, the threat in his tone was self-evident.

But he saw Feng Yuxiu drop the small bottle on the ground, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

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Feng Yuxiu suddenly raised his right hand and strangled Lin Huaile's neck at an extremely exaggerated speed.

"G-you..."

Lin Huaile had just uttered two words when he felt that he could no longer utter a sound.

The strong feeling of suffocation forced him to instinctively wave his hands, trying to push Feng Yuxiu away.

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There was another sound of the rolling door opening, and then a voice full of ridicule came from the door.

"Master Le, why did you run out of the hospital for no reason? Why did you come here to talk to my men about something?"

He Yaozong walked in from outside with a group of people. Following behind him was Aze, who was being held hostage and looked very sad.

"Alright, Feng Yuxiu, I want to say a few more words to Young Master Le before he dies."

He Yaozong patted Feng Yuxiu's shoulder, signaling him to let go of Lin Huaile who was being strangled.

"Cough cough cough..."

The moment Feng Yuxiu let go, Lin Huaile suddenly fell to the ground and burst into a violent coughing sound.

He Yaozong squatted in front of Lin Huaile, his face full of mockery.

"Master Le, I just can't understand. If you can't get the stick, you don't have to kill me, right?"

Lin Huaile did not answer, but the fear in his eyes was self-evident.

He knew that saying more was pointless, so he just tried his best to slow down his breath and looked at Feng Yuxiudao.

"You dare to betray... betray me. If anything happens to me, your... your dirty laundry will be sent to the police station this afternoon..."

Feng Yuxiu is his last straw. At this time, Lin Huaile can only pin his hopes on him, hoping that he can turn the situation around and kill He Yaozong in this warehouse.

He Yaozong's smile grew even wider.

"I forgot to tell you, Feng Yuxiu has been mine since the beginning.

His so-called identities were also made up by me to trick you.

But I didn't expect that when I asked him to go to Jordan to keep an eye on you, you would be so kind as to send him back to me."

When Lin Huaile learned the truth, his eyes went dark and he felt like the sky was falling.

"He Yaozong, you...you want to kill me?"

"Pujie, your godfather is now the boss of He Liansheng. How dare you secretly murder the leader of the society? I have a hundred reasons to punish you with family discipline!"

He Yaozong slapped the wound on the back of Lin Huaile's head, and immediately the smile on his face disappeared.

"Do you know why I let you live a little longer? I have a question I really want to ask you!"

Lin Huaile was in so much pain from the slap he received just now that he almost fainted.

At this moment, he was curled up on the ground, like a dead dog that was about to die, unable to make any sound except wailing.

He Yaozong continued to ask.

"I really want to know how you colluded with the foreigners.

What benefits did they promise you that would make you so desperate and desperate to snatch this dragon-headed stick?"

When Lin Huaile heard this, he felt a chill down his spine!

It turns out that He Yaozong knows everything!

From the beginning to the end, he was just a joke, being played around by He Yaozong without even realizing it.

But he knew that he could never answer this question.

If you offend He Yaozong, the worst that can happen is death.

He also has a son, and if he reveals the secrets of the Political Department, I'm afraid his son Danny will be mediocre all his life!

"He Yaozong, He Yaozong!

I have nothing to say, I don't even know what you are talking about!